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These days, Klaus seems to spend more nights at Obi-Wan's than he does at home. Sometimes he feels a little bad about it, but it's fleeting. It's still hard to leave his room and see Ben's empty across the hall, sitting just as he left it like some shrine.

Same with Allison's. Almost all of them were there, and they were bonding and they were happy, he thinks. As happy as a group of Hargreeves children could be, anyway. Now they're slowly disappearing and when Klaus is home, he just gets this sinking feeling. Who's next?

He doesn't get that at Obi-Wan's. Yes, there is a part of him that's terrified that one day he'll wake up and Obi-Wan will just be gone, like Ben and like Allison, but he tries not to think about it. There are no bad thoughts associated with Obi-Wan's apartment, which was once sparse and a little bland, but now is looking livelier. Obi-Wan lets him bring in pieces that he thinks would look good, even though he doesn't live there. Not officially, anyway. Even though more of his belongings seem to be migrating over, and he just buys two of all of his toiletries and make up now, one for each place.

Some people might find it difficult to migrate back and forth, but not Klaus. Back home, he was always on the move, always heading out on some new adventure. But living out of overnight bags and heading back and forth across the city provides a little satisfaction to the part of him that's unable to give into his wanderlust. He isn't really settled in any one place and, for now at least, that's how he likes it.

Staying over at Obi-Wan's is always a good time, because he gets put to bed with good sex and usually wakes up with more of it, or at least coffee and breakfast. Obi-Wan spoils him, but Klaus likes being spoiled, so he never tries to dissuade him.

This morning, Klaus is asleep on his back, face turned away from the light filtering in from the curtains. His chest is bare even though the room is a little chilly, and the blankets are pushed down to his hips, hair tossed across the pillow.

He wakes up just a little, breathing in deeply before drifting off again, not waking up enough to realize that at some point in the night, his body shifted into something different, one curvier and more feminine, with full breasts and the absence of a cock between his legs.

That will certainly catch his notice later, but for now, he sleeps. it's hard work growing such wonderful tits, after all.

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Obi-Wan laughs, unable to help himself, a hot breath against Klaus’s skin as he shifts slightly and changes the angle yet again. This time, despite what he’s just teased, he’s changed the angle to give himself a bit of space between their bodies.

His hand slides between them, down the smooth plane of Klaus’s stomach, over the black lines of his tattoo, then between his legs. His fingers go past Klaus’s clit, touching between them where his cock drives into Klaus with each deep thrust.

And then, only then, he lets his fingers glide over Klaus’s clit. It’s a light touch yet, experimental, wanting to see how Klaus’s body responds before he pushes it too far.

That quiet, rugged laugh only adds to everything that Klaus is feeling, safety and fondness and love on top of pleasure that just keeps building and building until his thighs are trembling. All he can do his arch his back and cling to Obi-Wan, too dazed to really move at all.

When his hand glides down Klaus's body, his stomach tenses and he stares up at Obi-Wan's face in awe, mouth open and brow knitted slightly, whimpering as the pleasure grows to the point that he isn't sure how he could possibly contain it all.

And then those clever fingers drag over his clit. It's a light touch, hardly any pressure at all, and it still makes him cry out. He lifts a hand to grab the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers twisting in his hair as Klaus's body curls up on his own accord. He presses their foreheads together and pants against Obi-Wan's mouth.

"Oh, oh," he moans, startled, because for a moment it all feels like too much, but then the pleasure crests and then just seems to explode, making him cry out and clutch almost desperately at Obi-Wan as his hips jerk through it, thighs quivering as it just seems to go on and on. "Fuck, Obi. Oh my God."

A smile touches the corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth, even as he breathes heavily against Klaus’s skin, his fingers rubbing against his clit at the same time. He’s careful, doesn’t put too much pressure, especially now that he’s coming, his body bending, his muscles clenching around Obi-Wan’s cock.

But still, for as good as he feels, a little part of him wants to whisper, I told you so. Somehow he manages to refrain, instead focusing all his energy on dragging out Klaus’s orgasm for as long as he can.

And then, with one final thrust, with the sounds Klaus is making, those breathless sort of moans, with the way his body tightens, Obi-Wan comes, too. It rolls through him, snapping his hips forward as he buries himself inside of Klaus, coming in waves.

For a moment, Obi-Wan looks positively smug and that only endears him even further to Klaus, who laughs even as he comes, and it's one of the brightest, happiest moments of his entire life.

He makes himself keep his eyes open, staring up at Obi-Wan's face as the pleasure seems to crest once more, just as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard, cock pulsing as he comes deep inside of Klaus's body. The sensation makes him tremble all over, and he clutches hard at Obi-Wan, cunt clenching down around him over and over as he breathes through it.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps out, fingers curling in Obi-Wan's hair as his head falls back to the pillow. Obi's fingers are still resting against his clit and Klaus slides one hand down to cover Obi's, squeezing as he drags their joined hands back up between their bodies. Obi-Wan's fingertips are glistening in the low light, wet from Klaus's cunt, and he gives them a curious look before opening his mouth and reaching out to touch his tongue the pad of Obi's middle finger. Making eye contact with Obi-Wan, he closes his lips around the slick digit, pulling into his mouth and moaning quietly as he tastes himself against Obi-Wan's skin.

Obi-Wan's body shudders, trembling as he comes, as he empties inside of Klaus and while that isn't necessarily a new sensation between the two of them, somehow it still is. Made different by this body, perhaps, made different by the new situation. It doesn't matter. All he knows is how good he feels, how loved, and that is something that belongs entirely to Klaus.

"Well?" he asks after another soft laugh, his finger still between Klaus's lips. "Do you rise to your own expectations?"

He's teasing gently and then he ducks his head to nuzzle at Klaus's throat, breathing in the scent of him. Like so much else, it's changed and yet not. There's something new about it, something different, and yet there's Klaus there at the base of it all. Familiar and wonderful and Obi-Wan breathes him in deep, then kisses his shoulder gently.

Klaus grins softly around the tip of Obi-Wan's finger, teeth closing gently around the tip of it before letting it go. He lets his thighs fall open on either side of Obi's hips, stretching out his toes and tipping his head back to make room for Obi-Wan's mouth. The scrape of his beard makes Klaus shiver, and he has to smile when Obi-Wan outright sniffs him, because it's such an intimately weird thing, and he loves it so much.

"Sweet as pie," he teases happily, eyes closed as he drags his hands up Obi-Wan's sides. It feels different being pressed down by him now. He's so much smaller, and he can feel the pressure against his breasts, and the absence of his cock against his legs. His arousal is still at a simmer, cunt aching like it wants another round. Klaus has always had a good refractory period, but this is a little insane.

"But I suppose you'll have to taste it for yourself, darling," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's ear, voice pitched breathy and low, clenching down around his cock again to keep him buried inside.

"I suppose I must," Obi-Wan agrees, although his hips are still rolling a little, mostly a lazy gesture, and he doesn't want to pull from Klaus's body just yet. "But are you sure you don't need anything? A glass of water, perhaps?"

His tone is teasing, and even if Klaus can't see his face, he has to be able to feel the smile against his throat. He shifts his weight a little, leaning to one elbow, not wanting to crush Klaus utterly, given the size of him now, but neither is he ready to separate. Although he knows there's more to come, so much more possibility, he feels wonderfully warm and sated in this moment.

There's truly nowhere else he would rather be right now.

"All I know is if you try to leave this bed, I will physically fight you," Klaus says with a breathless laugh, grinning as he tips his head back and reaches up to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head. Pleasure is still humming through him, and he gives another shiver as his thighs tighten around Obi-Wan's hips, keeping him close.

"Oh, wow," he says after a long moment, letting go of Obi-Wan so he can stretch his arms up over his head, thighs falling open as the weight of his breasts shifts upward on his chest. So many differences, some subtle and some not, and Klaus marvels at them all. "I feel great. What do you think?"

He smirks up at Obi-Wan and squeezes the walls of his cunt again, wiggling his hips a little as he lifts Obi's hand to press it against one of his breasts. "Do I feel great to you?"

“You feel as wonderful as ever,” Obi-Wan murmurs, his lips dragging along Klaus’s throat, still enjoying the act of simply breathing him in. He can feel the way Klaus’s body tightens around him again and lets out a long, slow breath.

Then, very carefully, he draws back. He can feel himself still leaking, the moisture against Klaus’s thighs, and he lets out a soft, pleased breath.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, then kisses Klaus again. “And I will love you always.”

When Obi-Wan pulls out of him, Klaus lets out a small whimper of protest, only to gasp softly at how different it feels, and how his insides seem to pulse with the need for more. He grins, soft and happy, and hooks his arms under Obi-Wan's shoulders to keep him from pulling too far away.

"I will love you always," Klaus replies, grinning almost shyly because it's those words that make him feel vulnerable, so much more so than the sex.

"Always," he says again, lifting his head to bump his nose against Obi-Wan's before giving him a long, lingering kiss.

"I really am a lucky man," Obi-Wan says and while his tone is teasing, his eyes are warm, crinkling at the corners as he smiles and then leans into the kiss once again.

He knows Klaus doesn't want him to leave yet and so he doesn't. At least not immediately. After a few more minutes of long, slow kisses, he pushes back, then kisses Klaus's stomach once before rolling off the bed.

"I'll be back," he promises, before walking naked to the kitchen and pouring them both a glass of water. Klaus may be focused on other things -- naturally, of course, the changes are rather huge -- but Obi-Wan is determined to keep him hydrated.

When Obi-Wan pulls away from him, Klaus lets out a groan of protest, grasping playfully at Obi-Wan's hair before letting it slip through his fingers as he rolls away. He presses up onto his elbows just to watch Obi-Wan's naked ass as he walks away, and then looks down at his own breasts, lifting a hand to squeeze one just because he can.

He climbs out of bed as well, stumbling a little from both the change in his center of gravity and Obi-Wan turning his legs into jelly. One of Obi-Wan's shirts, button-down and pale green, is draped over a chair, and he plucks it up as he walks over to the mirror on the back of the door. He looks kind of amazing, naked and glistening with sweat, and Klaus pulls the shirt over his shoulders just to see how it would look.

It falls to his mid-thigh, and he thinks that he looks kind of sexy, turning this way and that to look at his reflection. Smiling to himself, he pulls his long hair out of the collar and rests his hands on his hips, waiting for Obi-Wan to come back and see him.

When Obi-Wan returns and finds Klaus dressed in one of his shirts and posed, just waiting, his mouth twitches beneath his moustache, though he does his best to keep from smiling too widely. Instead, he passes one glass of water toward Klaus and asks, "Getting dressed already? I must not have performed as well as you indicated."

The pale green of the skirt looks rather lovely against Klaus's skin, something that would likely be true regardless of the form he's in. Obi-Wan allows himself to look, still smiling only a little, resisting the urge to break into anything too wide.

"I suppose it does suit you," he allows. "Although I thought for certain if you were going to get dressed and abandon me, you'd do so in your own clothing." Anything will be too big on Klaus, but at least his own clothes will still be in the bold patterns and bright colours he seems to prefer.

"There is always room for improvement," Klaus teases, smiling as he reaches out for the glass. He flips his long hair over one shoulder and takes a few long gulps, throat working as he swallows. "Maybe I just wanted you to tell me I look pretty and to take it off of me."

He takes another sip of water and then sets the glass down on the dresser before moving towards Obi-Wan in a sultry, simpering sort of way, adjusting quickly to doing so with this new body. He was already good at moving as if he had hips to work with, and now he does.

"Maybe I wanted you to wrap me up in your big, strong arms," he says softly, looking up at Obi-Wan from under his eyelashes as he reaches out to touch the tip of his finger just below Obi-Wan's navel. "I have no intention of abandoning you, darling."

"Ah, I think I may be able to fulfill such a wish," Obi-Wan answers before he drinks from his own glass, steadfastly ignoring the finger Klaus has on his abdomen, as if the simplest touch from this wonderful man doesn't affect him deeply. It does, of course. Klaus always affects him and Obi-Wan may tease, but he knows Klaus knows it.

He finishes off his water, then sets the glass aside as well before he mostly swiftly, sweeping Klaus up into his arms. He's significantly lighter in this form, easy for Obi-Wan to lift, and he holds him there in the cradle of his arms for a moment, smiling at him.

"Like this?" he asks.

Klaus keeps his eyes on Obi-Wan's face, marveling over how now he must tip his head back to do so. Now, he's shorter than Obi-Wan, and so much smaller, as evidenced by the ease which which Obi picks him up. Klaus lets out a happy gasp and easily wraps his legs around Obi-Wan's waist, feeling the shirt ride up around his hips as thighs spread open wide.

"It's a good start," he says in a low voice, resting his small hands at the junctures of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulders, dragging his thumbs across familiar freckles and framing his jaw, tossing his hair over one shoulder. "But I'll have to see what else you have up your sleeve."

Klaus gives him a warm, sensual smile, sliding his hands slowly up the sides of Obi-Wan's face and into his hair, tipping his head back so he can lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Having it happen to him already might have been what made this all so easy, but Obi-Wan doesn't think so. He thinks, more than anything, it's that he can still see Klaus in those eyes, hear him in that voice, feel him in every movement. And within the Force. The presence in this apartment is still every bit Klaus, as much as its ever been.

This is, quite simply, Klaus. In any form, there would be no mistaking him.

The touches make him shiver and he smiles beneath Klaus's hands, leaning in to meet the kiss as he walks them back to the bed. He settles Klaus down on the mattress, still wearing that shirt, then presses down as well, using his arms to nudge Klaus back further, above him on the bed so he can get properly comfortable.

When Obi-Wan lays him back on the bed, there’s a moment where Klaus feels nearly overwhelmed with love and affection for this man. He feels more than he ever thought possible, more than he could ever explain.

Obi shifts him upward and Klaus giggles as he’s moved so easily, delighted by the the temporary shift in their sizes. He puts his hands on Obi-Wan’s freckled shoulders, smiling warmly up at him as he parts his thighs to make room for Obi-Wan’s hips.

“I’m still wearing the shirt,” he says with a teasing pout, as if Obi-Wan might have forgotten. “My tits may think you don’t want to see them, Obi. They’ll be sad.”

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“Perhaps I have other destinations in mind at the moment,” Obi-Wan answers, keeping himself lower on the mattress. He pushes aside the shirt just slightly, enough that he can press his lips to Klaus’s belly, to the dark lines of his tattoo. Both his hands slide under the material of the shirt and find Klaus’s hips.

He’s usually quite narrow, strong but slim, and now his hips are curvier. There’s a bit more of a swell to them and Obi-Wan shifts his attention to one, kissing the soft skin that sits over his hipbone.

“Unless you’d rather I not,” he teases, turning his head slightly so he can look up the length of Klaus’s body.

As Obi-Wan kisses his way down Klaus’s body, he grabs a pillow and stuffs it under his head to prop himself up a bit, because he wants to watch every single second of this.

“I think I’ll leave it in your capable hands,” Klaus breathes out, reaching down to touch Obi’s chin, dragging his fingertips through his beard and along his jaw, up into his hair where he fists it playfully at his temple. “You’ve never let me down before, sweetheart.”

Klaus grins and bites his bottom lip, letting go of Obi-Wan’s hair as he parts his thighs wider. His cunt is already clenching with need again, wet and messy from the mess they made. He lets out a soft whimper and unbuttons the shirt himself, pulling open so he can see better, and feel the cool morning air against his skin.

It ought to be a bit more strange than it is, he thinks, how much he can tell this is Klaus without even using the Force. He feels the same, even in a different body, and he smells the same and his skin tastes the same. Obi-Wan drags his lips over Klaus's lower belly now, feeling the wiry hair beneath his lips right where it begins.

Ordinarily, Klaus's cock would be bumping against his chin at this point, but at the moment, there's nothing.

He gives a soft hum of pleasure, then kisses lower, finding the crease of Klaus's thigh, nuzzling into it. He breathes him in deeply, then licks along his skin, tasting him again, keeping his distance for the moment, not quite touching where he imagines Klaus most wants him to.

Even though he’s only just come, Klaus is still so aroused that he shivers with it, feeling that desire pulse at the apex of his thighs. It flows through him, makes his inner thigh tremble as Obi-Wan kisses it, but Klaus takes a breath and forces himself to be patient.

Instead of rushing for a finish line, he relaxes his shoulders a bit and watches Obi’s mouth meet his skin so tenderly, so slowly that he must be doing it on purpose. His legs are open wide and he feels more exposed in this body, split open to the core. He’s so wet that he’s practically messy with it, and he watches with a dazed sort of awe as Obi-Wan’a tongue drags through the crease of his thigh. It makes him let one another quiet whimper, almost plaintive in its neediness.

“Obi,” he gasps out, smiling as he reaches down to slide his fingers into Obi-Wan’s hair and give it a playful tug. “I think you just might kill me.”

“Oh, darling, you know I would never,” he teases before he finally lets his fingers slide along the creases between Klaus’s thighs. He’s warm and still wet and Obi-Wan knows when he lowers his head, he’ll taste himself there as well.

Slowly, though, he uses his fingers to part the lips of Klaus’s cunt, rubbing slowly, exploring, circling the opening with his fingertips before moving back again. And then he lowers his head and presses his lips to Klaus’s clit, a gentle kiss just to start.

“You’re still so familiar,” he murmurs before using the flat of his tongue on Klaus instead, licking slowly, exploring with his mouth and fingers at the same time.

Obi-Wan moves slowly, methodically, taking his time to learn every new inch of his body, and Klaus makes himself keep his eyes open to watch. He doesn't want to miss a second of this, and he continues watching as he pants, hips rocking the slightest bit because he just can't help it. Sweat glistens on his chest and his fingers twist in the sheets because it feels so, so good and he doesn't want it to stop, even though he feels a little like he's going insane.

By the time Obi-Wan's lips brush his clit, he's wound up enough that the touch makes him yelp, hips jerking as he presses his feet against Obi-Wan's flanks.

"Do I still feel the same?" He pants out, finally closing his eyes and arching his back as Obi-Wan licks at him, sending fire through his veins. Obi-Wan will know what he's asking. Obviously he doesn't feel the same physically, but does he feel the same inside, in the Force?

"I want you to feel me." His voice is thin and breathy, and he lets out another low moan, toes flexing and then curling. "Feel what you're doing to me."

"Always," Obi-Wan answers, because the way Klaus feels within the Force is one of the reasons he hadn't been at all surprised by the change. The presence he feels is still so perfectly and distinctly Klaus that he never had any doubt of who was in his bed.

And now there's pleasure and warmth and love. He can feel it all at Klaus's invitation and he hums against Klaus's skin, then sets to the task at hand properly. No more teasing, no more exploration, he presses one finger inside of Klaus, then a second, using his tongue and lips and the slightest hint of teeth on his clit at the same time.

With his fingers, he can feel the way Klaus's muscles clench, how they tighten, and he groans softly, pressing his face more against Klaus, wanting to taste all of him, feel all of him.

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